Harry Potter: Charlie's Candy Factory

Chapter 237

In 1991, "Emily in Paris" hadn't aired yet, but the filter of "City of Romance" had already shrouded the sky over this city that should have been mixed with fish and dragons, attracting countless young boys and girls looking for the so-called "dream" " and "true love" flocked without hesitation.

The present that greets them is often not too good. In a dark night, the same dark people will use the dark muzzle of a gun to smash all the fantasies he had when he came.

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As the plane landed and glided to a standstill on the runway of the airport, this trip lasted less than three hours. The first flight experience since Charlie's reincarnation finally came to an end, and it also represented his departure from British magic. The world officially set foot on the territory of the French magic world.

"Peng..."

Without waiting for too long, soon, a muffled sound came.The door of the plane opened slowly.

Standing up, he put the magazine at hand back to its original position. Charlie stretched his shoulders, and politely said goodbye to an old gentleman in a plaid trench coat seated next to him. Then he leisurely followed the crowd. Stepped off the plane.

Since Britain and France are actually not too far apart, and the climate is not too bad, when Charlie just stepped out of the cabin and came to the gangway, the cold wind with a bit of icy debris was blowing in his face immediately. It passed by his ear again.Rao was a little old in the cabin, and the sudden cold wind also made Charlie unconsciously pull the already thick down jacket a little tighter.

While walking down the gangway, Charlie took a sharp breath of air, feeling the foreign coldness pouring from his nose into his lungs, and his drowsy head immediately became clear again. Quite a lot.Looking at the bright and clear sky above his head, which was obviously bluer than London's, the corners of Charlie's mouth could not help but slightly rise.

He took out the iron ball that he had been playing with when he arrived from his pocket again, picked it up high, and watched the streamer reflect brilliant luster around the metal carved shell, his eyes widened. Time dimmed.muttered

"At your invitation, Master Nicole Flamel, I am in Paris."

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When Charlie walked out calmly along the passageway of the airport, there were already people waiting for his arrival with signs outside.

A young man with weird colored thick-rimmed glasses, two raised eyebrows, tall and thin like a 1.9-meter-long bamboo pole is looking back and forth eagerly and hotly in the arrival hall holding the pick-up sign.From time to time, he had to raise his right hand, carefully arranging his hair, which was already covered in mousse, for fear that there might be something wrong.

When Charlie walked into the arrival hall, he saw this strange man standing out from the crowd and the pick-up card in his hand at a glance, so he raised his hand and waved it naturally, and walked in the direction of that man.

"here."

"Chuck, Mr. Charlie Black!"

The man looked at Charlie approaching in front of him, his eyes suddenly lit up behind those ridiculous glasses, he hurriedly took three steps with his long legs and trotted in two steps, he was the first to meet him, stopped in front of him, and then quickly Then he leaned down slightly, and asked in a low voice with a bit of excitement and nervousness.
"Excuse me...is Mr. Charlie Black from Greater Manchester?"

"Yes, it's me."

It seemed that he was shocked by the unique appearance of the person in front of him. After seeing the person clearly, Charlie first sized up the tall young man from top to bottom, and then nodded calmly. In response, he extended his right hand politely first, and asked back by the way

"You are…………"

"Gao Biqi Sanchez, sir!"

The man hurriedly introduced, and at the same time leaned a little lower, stretched out his right hand, and held it with Charlie in a very solemn way.

"If you want, you can also call me Little Sanchez." Gao Biqi Sanchez continued to explain in a low voice
"Nakr is yours..."

"Nacel Sanchez is my father. Christmas has just passed, and he has a bunch of sales reports and invoices to deal with. He suddenly learned that you are coming to Paris, and he can't spare time for a while, so he has no choice but to ask me to replace him. He's coming to pick you up."

"That's it."

Hearing this, Charlie's expression became somewhat clear, his face remained calm, he patted the back of little Sanchez's hand kindly, and joked warmly
"He is always like this. Your father has always been a work-loving person. I have persuaded him more than once in my letters with him before, to take care of his body and find more reliable helpers to help him deal with it. Things at work... It turns out that he still didn't listen to me this year."

Little Sanchez nodded approvingly when he heard the words, showing an expression of approval, and then followed Charlie's words, all of them said with emotion, "As far as I can remember, my father was a person who devoted himself to work meticulously. After working with you, It got worse and worse, and he never let others look at such extraordinarily important seasonal reports or documents. He would sit in front of his desk and review them one by one before submitting them. Pack it up and mail it to the UK and hand it over to you.”

Charlie wasn't surprised by Sanchez's words. He turned his head and continued to speak while looking towards the exit of the arrival hall.

"It's because of his personality that I dare to give him the right to be the agent of the French magic world without reservation. But if I change someone else, I'm afraid I have to think about it."

"Oh, yes."

Little Sanchez responded, but he didn't know if it was because of Charlie's words. At this moment, the original smile on his face suddenly became a little forced, and behind those exaggerated glasses, it flashed a little more imperceptibly. complicated.But in just one breath, he readjusted his state.

After carefully putting away the pick-up card, he shook his head lightly and stopped talking, and led Charlie to the exit.

"Mr. Black, you probably haven't registered this trip with the Ministry of Magic, have you?... In that case, I'll take you to register with the Ministry of Magic first."

Ever since he met Charlie, little Sanchez has never straightened his waist. Even during the short distance between the two of them leaving the airport, he followed Charlie with such humility, like a... …plus size Russell.

(End of this chapter)